"Heard Bigfoot stumbled onto a treasure yesterday." Danny Boy Boyle is a young black man that gets his merchandise from doing clean outs in North Philadelphia. He pulled out a chair and sat down; patted Kato on the head and took a sip of his coffee.

I was curious. Fully half of the antique business is conducted through whispers and rumors. Selling is easy, finding the stuff is what keeps us alive. "What did Hari find?"

Hari "Bigfoot" Henderson is a six foot seven inch Asian who also gets his entire stock from cleanouts. Unlike DBB, Hari has arrangements with better than a dozen estate lawyers. When an estate has to be settled one of said lawyers will set Hari up with the deal. For a small consideration, of course.

"Baseball card collection. Came out of a mansion on the Main Line."

Hari's non de plume, Bigfoot comes from both his physical stature and the unfortunate similarity of his name to the Sasquatch featured in a major motion picture.

"And how did you stumble across this lucrative tidbit Danny."

Danny Boy is married to a beautiful Vietnamese woman, Mai. Together they purchase quality merch from retired African American women that once worked as servants for the wealthy on the Main Line. It was a common cultural phenomenon for employers to pass on unwanted furniture, knick-knacks and artwork to their servants.

"I ran into Rebel. You know him, he's part of Hari's crew. Saw him this morning, I did. Told me all about it. Valuable baseball card collection, he says."

"Thanks for the dirt Danny. Got anything good for sale? Something I might be interested in?"

"Sure thing, Pick. Stop by my table when you're done. I stuck it in the van. You get first dibs, man." And with that, Mr. Boyle got up and left.

Outside was a beautiful day. The Golden Nugget is on the Jersey side of the Delaware River. Travel a few miles to the east and you'll come to historic Washington's Crossing. I began to stroll through the tables of dealers to see what I could see. To be more accurate; to see what I could buy.